I rode my horse to the saloon, but it was out of business. The cowboy I spoke with said the bartender served the saloon’s last drink on March 5th, 1882. Guess I shouldn’t have taken so long to shower and get ready. Ah, but that’s life, no?

“I think the most romantic letter you ever gave me was “W,” because it’s a coupl…”

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“My ex girlfriend was exquisite, and my current one is quisite.”

“I always misspell the word “unique,” just to keep it youneeq.”